I'm not the kind to lay down and die
In case you haven't noticed, the blog has gotten an entirely new look. I figure that with all the changes that are happening right now, this site should change to reflect that. The infrequent, long, rambling posts spent whining about my courseload, classmates, dormmates, professors, blah blah blah ad nauseum, is no longer relevant to the new directions my life is going.
I graduate in nine days. However, I won't be going to the ceremony. Why? There are only two people graduating from my department, so there is no departmental ceremony. The larger ceremony of two thousand people in the gym doesn't interest me in the slightest. There's a chance I might come back in May for the departmental graduation ceremony. It depends on what the job situation looks like in five months.
Job applications have been taking over my life. There's one job in particular that I really really really want. This job could be very good for me. Their list of qualifications looked like it came straight from my curriculum vitae, and my amount of experience in the field fell squarely in their preferred range. The lower end of the salary is more than my parents have ever seen in a single year, and the upper range would allow me to pay off my student loans before my 25th birthday, while still being able to live comfortably.
This company (henceforth called CAS) requests all resumes and applications be submitted online, which is precisely what I did. I found three different people in the department to write me reference letters, which were sent in record time. After a week, I wasn't terribly surprised that I hadn't heard back yet. Two weeks after submitting the application and I started trying to track down a phone number to call. Another week and I was in another state visiting my family for Thanksgiving.
Finally yesterday, I found a phone number and called. The best part about getting the right extension was that at no point in the application process was the name of the person to contact mentioned. I finally got the right office and left a message. The call was returned in the middle of my first lecture this morning, so at this point, we've got some heavy voicemail on voicemail action, but two humans had yet to converse with one another.
The summary of the voicemail? "Um, hi... this is C with CAS. We seem to have misplaced your application. Could you resubmit it, and we'll let you know as soon as something opens up. Thanks." To me, this said "Sorry, but the position's not available anymore. Better luck next time."
Not to be deterred, I went into my Sent folder and resubmitted the entire multi-attachment file. Less than an hour later, I got my response. The response was much more encouraging than the original message, asking when I could start and what my minimum salary requirements would be, seeing as how I would have to relocate to a new city to take this position. After a few more emails back and forth, and interview was set up for finals week, and I'm back in the game.
Keep your fingers crossed for me. I'm being interviewed by a panel of supervisors on December 10th. I'm sure there will be lots to tell.
I graduate in nine days. However, I won't be going to the ceremony. Why? There are only two people graduating from my department, so there is no departmental ceremony. The larger ceremony of two thousand people in the gym doesn't interest me in the slightest. There's a chance I might come back in May for the departmental graduation ceremony. It depends on what the job situation looks like in five months.
Job applications have been taking over my life. There's one job in particular that I really really really want. This job could be very good for me. Their list of qualifications looked like it came straight from my curriculum vitae, and my amount of experience in the field fell squarely in their preferred range. The lower end of the salary is more than my parents have ever seen in a single year, and the upper range would allow me to pay off my student loans before my 25th birthday, while still being able to live comfortably.
This company (henceforth called CAS) requests all resumes and applications be submitted online, which is precisely what I did. I found three different people in the department to write me reference letters, which were sent in record time. After a week, I wasn't terribly surprised that I hadn't heard back yet. Two weeks after submitting the application and I started trying to track down a phone number to call. Another week and I was in another state visiting my family for Thanksgiving.
Finally yesterday, I found a phone number and called. The best part about getting the right extension was that at no point in the application process was the name of the person to contact mentioned. I finally got the right office and left a message. The call was returned in the middle of my first lecture this morning, so at this point, we've got some heavy voicemail on voicemail action, but two humans had yet to converse with one another.
The summary of the voicemail? "Um, hi... this is C with CAS. We seem to have misplaced your application. Could you resubmit it, and we'll let you know as soon as something opens up. Thanks." To me, this said "Sorry, but the position's not available anymore. Better luck next time."
Not to be deterred, I went into my Sent folder and resubmitted the entire multi-attachment file. Less than an hour later, I got my response. The response was much more encouraging than the original message, asking when I could start and what my minimum salary requirements would be, seeing as how I would have to relocate to a new city to take this position. After a few more emails back and forth, and interview was set up for finals week, and I'm back in the game.
Keep your fingers crossed for me. I'm being interviewed by a panel of supervisors on December 10th. I'm sure there will be lots to tell.
Labels: Administrative stuffs, Job search
posted by Betel @ 3:28 PM
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